Satanic Angels

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  "Why so.. Serious?"
Sameen

"You need some dick or something?" I hear Cara's voice ask from the doorframe. The room was dark, yet the moonlight shone inside. I could only imagine her leaning against the frame with one leg crossed over the other. My back faced her while my eyes were plastered on the moon.

"You know you killed four people last night, right?"

"Accident." I mumble.

"An accident by killing four men? Sure." I could hear her footsteps approach the bed I lay in. "Tell me... What's up?"

"Nothing... Detective." I hear a pause, indicating that she had stopped.

"So it's detective now?" I sigh.

"Someone dies every 11 minutes. Don't you have a case?"

"Yeah. Yours." I hear her move closer until I feel the bed dip. "Something's up. You gotta chill. We're already looking for who's responsible, and I'm trying to point them in a different direction, but you gotta let me in." I could hear the distress in her voice. Suddenly, a flashback from that night seeps into my mind.

   I stuff my hands into the pockets of my dark blue jeans.

"Would you like to come to my place?" My shirt bore blood, yet it wasn't noticeable since the dark color absorbed any trace. My gun still a bit warm from use. The fuckers on the way here tried to gang rape a beautiful woman. Her terrified screams were still engraved inside my mind.

"Do I have a choice?"  I smirk, knowingly. I had only taken a sip. I know how strong such a drug could be. My best bet, was to take a sip. I pushed the pill I'd placed underneath my tongue up so I could swallow it. It should knock me out for a solid 20 minutes. The drive to his condo is exactly 25 minutes.

My eyes roll in the back of my head as I quickly fall into unconsciousness..

Feeling my body make a slight left turn, I make sure my eyes remain closed. I quickly control my breathing as though I were still sleeping. I notice the car making a complete stop, then cool air brushes past me. I feel him reach over me to unbuckle my seat belt. My body is being lifted up. I'm still outside, so he must have parked outside. Feeling my body shift slightly, I hear buttons being pressed before the click of a door lock.

"Sameen? Are you okay?" Cara's voice seeps into my ear.

He's walking me upstairs now. I hear him humming, the freak. I feel myself being placed onto a silky fabric. I feel his hand palm my left breast as he takes a shaky breath. I wait until I feel him palm my damn vagina through my jeans when I realize how disgusted I truly was with the male.

My eyes shoot open, the lights were on. Disturbing. His grey eyes meet my brown ones before I lift up and knock his head with mines, causing him to move back a little. I reach down to my left calf muscle and aim. I watch as his hands raise slowly in surrender.

"Relax." I say lowly. I make my way out the bed. "I'm not going to shoot you." My voice raises a bit in a friendly manner. I make sure I'm well on the floor, although I do feel a bit woozy.

"You see, I don't particularly like guns... I like a fair fight.." My eyes roam his body and I give a slow shrugging gesture. "Well, as fair as this situation can be."

"Sameen." Cara's firm voice pierces through my ears.

"I'm fine... I have money. I know how much a detective gets paid, excluding the burden of a tiny human, is barely livable... I put it on the counter." I have my own one bedroom apartment which was decent and cheap, but Cara deserves something good. She had a two small bedroom apartment.

  I bang his head repeatedly on the counter until he falls through the glass. My gloves were on moments after I had dropped my gun. I grabbed the kitchen knife from next to me and pulled the inside of his cheek back.

  "Why so... Serious?" I question, tilting my head to the side in both confusion and to get a better angle.

  "I'm just making sure my friend is okay.. You're closest friend I have." She pleaded, ignoring my previous statement. I know she'll take it though. She knows I don't take no for an answer.

  Dragging his body down the stairs causes me to grunt continuously. I bite down on my bottom lip, ignoring the chalky taste of my plum lipstick. I knew his type. I also ignore the burning sensation to take off my one size too small pumps.

I shove his body into the guest restroom and lock the door from the outside, leaving a piece of the key stuck. I made sure to grab his phone... Leaving the gun with one bullet left.

"I know." I grunt.

I step out the house with dark liquid most likely spread across my face. I reach into the back of my jeans to pull out a small cap. I flick it outwards before placing it snugly on my head. My eyes glance up at the camera I disabled a week in advance.

  I find my way to the alley. I take off my pumps and grab the key that was well hidden underneath it. My dark plum camero calling my name.

   I smirk at the ten thousand dollars and expensive watches I grabbed from inside the rapist's home.

"You are my very best friend, Cara."